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By 
EMILA. CKEPPLER. 



New York 

A. G. Seller & Company 

1902 



388 



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C» AStfi Ou-XXc No. 

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Copyrighted, 1902, 

by 

Emil a. C. Keppler. 



To Charlotte. 



CONTENTS. 



Prelude . . . . . y 

Tupac Amaru, {Peruvian) - - - 9 

Wahbuk and Nomah, {Setiecd) - - 12 

The Isles of the Yellow Sands, {Huron) - 14 

Mawaha, (/roquois) - - - - 16 

Natural Bridge, (Columbia River) - - 24 

Menomini Totem Tale, (Green Bay) - 26 

Winona, {Delaxvare and White Tradition) - 30 

Chief Tom, ( Wetauget) - - - 43 
How Black Hawk Met His Enemies, {Sac) - 45 



PRELUDE. 



The legends of the Indian tribes 

I love to hear; 
They are not written down by scribes 
Who falsify the facts for bribes 

Or lie through fear. 

Some deed heroic done by friends 

Or kinsmen near; 
One's duty when a soul ascends 
Whence Manitou his spirit sends 

To give us cheer. 

The war-song and the song of peace 

The Indian seer 
Intones; the torture, death, release 
Of foes, are themes that never cease 

To reappear. 



9 
TUPAC AMARU. 

{Peruvian.) 



Now praise to Tupac's memory, 
May with his soul be peace! 

Great deeds he did for old Peru — 
And died for its release. 

A hundred years it is, and more. 
Since he, proud Inca heir. 

Gave up his life for liberty 
In Cuzco's crowded square. 

In awe they bowed to Spaniard law, 
The conquered Indian men — 

For Tupac, on his way to death, 
No cheer was uttered then. 

The Spaniard guard, with bayonet. 
Silenced all cheering there; 

But eighty thousand saints above 
Cheered silently in air. 



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The guards with curse and taunt reviled 

The people of Peru, 
They laughed alone, while strong men wept, 

At suffering Amaru. 

In spite of Spaniard bayonet 
Brave Tupac stood his ground: 

" I will be heard before I die ! 
Although my foes surround. 

I fought for freedom's cherished life; 

And, though this time I failed. 
The cause must win, for it is just; — 

Think how ye Spaniards quailed ! 

Ye trembled all at freedom's call 
And thought your sun had set; 

But tyrant power, although 'tis doomed. 
Victorious is as yet. 

The war-cry of the Inca race: 
' We want our rights as men ! ' 

Will set afire the Southern Sphere, 
God save ye Spaniards then ! 



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But now to God commend my soul 

And say to all that hear : 
His last prayer was for Liberty, 

For her we slew him here ! " 

And thus died he, the Inca heir, 

Brave Tupac Amaru. 
And eighty thousand ghostly dead 

Cheered loudly for Peru. 

They welcomed him as honored Chief, 

As freedom's valiant head. 
They welcomed him with colors dipped. 

As the nation's greatest dead ! 



12 
WAHBUK AND NOMAH. 

( Seneca. ) 



The Senecas were weeping loud 

At Nomali's early death. 
The sun withdrew behind a cloud, 

The wind half caught his breath. 

Young Wahbuk came to kiss his bride, 

With Avar's success aglow; 
He brushed the silent throng aside: — 

'' To Nomah I would go." 

The old men said: "Young man beware 

You call upon the dead! 
We mourn for Nomah lying there 

Upon her funeral bed." 

Then Wahbuk answered not a word, 

He laid his bow aside; 
He seemed of stone, he never stirred, 

At even time he died. 



13 



The death song then, intoned by braves, 

Was chanted o'er and o'er, 
And hearing it the languid waves 

Sobbed softly on the shore. 

Upon a willow near the lake 

A bird sang sweet and low; 
It sang as if its heart would break 

From very strength of woe. 

The squaws were silent every one 
From gi*ief, o'erstrong and deep; 

They, too, loved Nomah, pale and wan, 
Loved her too well to weep. 

And then they buried both in state 

Upon the lake's dark shore; 
And asked the bird and its small mate 

To sing there evermore. 

That prayer by Manitou was heard, 

And Nomah's grave became 
The holy shrine of every bird 

That worthy was the name. 



14 
THE ISLES OF THE YELLOW SAND. 

{Huro?i.) 



! have you heard the story 
Of the wonderful isles of sand, 

Or have you seen their glory 
As the sun rose o'er the land? 

Upon their yellow beaches 

Lie grains of golden sands, 
And on their shallow reaches 

The golden bulrush stands. 

And trees, with gold twigs drooping, 
Stand close to a black mouthed cave. 

In golden fretwork looping 
That gateway to the grave. 

And horn-clad serpents, warding 
The glimmering treasure of gold, 

Deal death to men according 
As their lust is strong and bold. 



15 

The winds and the waves are lining 
The eyes of the dead with gokl 

And mortals by their shining 
Are lured to the serpents' hold. 

The bones of men lie bleaching 
On the shores of the Isles of Sand; 

And nought but the eagles, screeching, 
And serpents reach that land. 

How news of those Isles came hither 

No living man doth know; 
Perhaps earth's thought strayed thither 

Through dreamland long ago ! 

By minds of mankind moulded 
The tale of the wonderful shores, 

As slowly was unfolded 
As wings of bird that soars. 



16 
THE LEGEND OF MAWAHA. 

( Iroqtiois. ) 



In sliady wood, in tranquil nook, 
Through forests dim with pines. 

By every rushing, babbling brook, 
Mawaha sings these lines; 

" In days to come we will arise, 

In days of pain and woe — 
The Iroquois are great and wise 

And brave they are, I know. 

They rule the land with flint like hand. 
They win the wars they wage; 

And none from coward Huron band 
Dare tempt our sachem's rage. 

The lodges of the Iroquois 

Are countless as the stars. 
That nightly rise above St. Croix, 

Which bears our hatchet scars. 



17 



Their council fires burn long and late, 
The peace pipe oft goes round; 

They learnt to love and learnt to hate, 
Long ere that Huron hound. 

Their sachems speak with open heart. 
Their speech and tongue are straight; 

When Iroquois as guest-friends part. 
They covet not your mate. 

Their bucks ^are noble, strong and kind; 

In hunting swift of foot; 
They build the best canoes you'll find, 

And bows wherewith to shoot. 

They hunt, they fish, they till the soil, 
They love their wigwam's ease; — 

From battles fierce and hot embroil 
No warrior ever flees. 

A Huron only would turn round 

And double on his track ! 
No Iroquois was ever found 

With death wound in his back ! 



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May Manitou increase their strength, 

Respect their heartfelt cries 
And kill that Huron race at length ! 

The Iroquois are great and wise ! " 

This was an ancient, time-worn song 

Mawaha sung alway. 
The shamans knew and sung it long 

Before her granther's day. 

Its vengeful temper pleased her well, 
Its firmness, strength and ire; — 

She loved on gruesome thoughts to dwell 
Around the bright lodge-fire. 

Whenever she began a tale 
The tribe would gather round; 

Ere half was told a woe-born wail 
Would make the forests sound. 

She knew the legends of the past 

As no one else knew them; 
She gathered them, until, at last, 

She merely lived for them. 



19 



Mawaha's hair is black as coal, 

But shrivelled is her skin; 
Her eye spies out a beaver's hole 

Before her youngest kin. 

Though bent and doubled up with age, 
She chants the wild war-songs; 

And in her maddened, blinded rage 
Her body strikes with thongs. 

Upon the foe she charges then 
And taunts him to the fight; 

" What coward braves are Huron men, 
Just see them run from fright." 

And then she takes deliberate aim, 
And throws a stone that kills; 

All Huron breasts are filled with shame, 
Mawaha's deed instils. 

The storm of battle rages then 

With fury — to the death; 
Mawaha, fighting with the men, 

Is oft hard pressed for breath. 



20 



When thus Mawaha leads the fray 

The Iroquois 7)mst win; 
But only courage saves the day 

And oh! the ranks are thin! 

She leads the mourning, leads the wail,- 
Chief mourner of her tribe; — 

For nights until the sun rays pale 
Their daily rounds describe. 

At sunrise gaunt Mawaha bows 

Her aged, wrinkled head; 
Then, rising, gravely feeds her cows 

And bakes the morning's bread. 

At noontide when the sun is high 
She cooks the mid-day meal; 

And watches with forbidding eye 
The dog's attempt to steal. 

At eventide, when stars are out. 
Before the camp-fire's blaze, 

While friends and kindred sit about. 
She treads tradition's maze. 



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One night before her tent she nods 

And mutters half unheard: 
''I curse the spot the Huron trods, 

His truth is but a word. 

The Hurons fight, as snakes might fight 
That creep up to their prey; 

Or wolves that prowl about at night 
But shun the light of day. 

They see our bravfes depart for game, 

And think we cannot wield 
The battle axe and lance the same 

As braves that never yield. 

Oh yes ! They fight papoose and squaw 
With fearless mien and heart; — 

In Huron's worst defeat I saw 
We took an active part." 

A Huron cometh from behind; 

From every bush he peers. 
He cometh with the evening wind 

And every word he hears. 



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His swarthy face grows darker still 

And fiercer burns his hate; 
But training brings an iron will 

That teaches how to wait. 

Mawaha nods, Mawaha dreams 

By lodge-fire's fitful light; 
A bowstring twangs, an arrow gleams 

One instant in the night. 

Mawaha stares into her fire 
She cares not for her breath; 

Her wrinkled face is full of ire 
And bears the stamp of death. 

She chaunts the death song of her race 

In solemn, stately tones; 
While friends are gathering round apace 

Who fill the dark with groans. 

Mawaha sings, as stars arise, 
And shadows deeper grow: — 

" The Iroquois are great and wise, 
And brave they are, I know." 



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And when the sun shines o'er the land 
'* They win the wars they wage; 

And none from coward Huron band 
Dare tempt our sachem's rage. " 

And when the afternoon is late, 
To those who stand around: — 

'' The Huron race, I hate ! ! " 

And sought the Hunting Ground. 

The gaunt face painted blue and pink, 

Tlie hair in tresses done. 
With food to eat and drink to drink 

And eyes to the setting sun; — 

They buried her at dead of night 
Where murmuring maples moan; 

They built a camp fire then to light 
The long way and the lone ! 



24 
NATURAL BRIDGE. 

{CoJionbia River Indians^ 



The last seer speaks: 

Behold tlie sun, a blood red ball, 

Stands in dark skies whence woe shall fall; 

For Manitou has hid his face 

From this great land and greater race. 

Oh, sons of men, what direful fate! 
In long procession every state 
With Avar chief, squaw and painted brave 
Goes onward to its unearned grave. 

On that great bridge of earth and stone 

Depends the nation's life alone. 

And Manitou has wisely said: 

" When this bridge falls the race is dead ! " 

The bridge still stands but, men, beware 
Lest in its stead stand empty air; 
Tempt not the power of Manitou — 
The bridge might fall and with it you. 



25 



The secret of the bridge is mine 
I know each fissure, love each line. 
But Manitou forbade me act 
If I descried the bridge was cracked ! 

I bid farewell to you this day, 

Like yonder sky my hair is grey. 

Like birds of omen my voice calls 

To warn — Too late ! The^bridge, men, falls ! 



26 
A MENOMINI TOTEM TALE. 

( Green Bay. ) 



At Minikanisepe in Menomini land 
The Mighty Maker fashioned Manittos on 
each hand. 

He gave them form of mammal, he gave 

them form of bird, 
They were most vicious monsters — of worse 

none ever heard. 

They lived in night perpetual, beneath the 

earth entombed. 
And there to evil doing they were forever 

doomed. 

The last that he gave life to were called the 

Thunderers; 
They are the crows and eagles, and neither 

of them stirs, 



27 



Unless the Unseen Eagle, their chieftain, 

bids them go. 
And then the}^ do his bidding, as Golden 

Eagles know. 

But Manitou the Mighty forgot the Bear 

was there — 
And gave bim his permission to say what 

form he'd wear. 

The Bear replied right promptly he would 

be glad to be 
What Manitou in wisdom should wisely 

make decree. 

And when Great Spirit heard this at once 

he formed a plan. 
The Bear should for his wisdom be made an 

Indian man. 

But he was light of color, and he was lithe 

of limb 
And that's the way Great Spirit at once 

rewarded him. 



28 



At Minikanisepe, the Indian race appeared ; 
For there the Bear crawled upward, and 
through the earth's crust peered. 

And lo ! he kept on crawling till on the 

earth he stood 
And found him by the lakeside Avithin a 

great, dark wood. 

He felt so very lonely he called the Eagle 

then, 
"Come, Eagle, be my brother; be of the 

race of men." 

The Eagle came and answered, '' Your 

brother I will be." 
And both then wanted greatly one to make 

them three. 

And while they talked it over, the Beaver 

came along, 
And asked to be made one of the Thunderers 

so strong. 



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But since he was a woman he could not be 

admitted 
Except as Younger Brother — and this they 

straight permitted. 

When next the Bear and Eagle stood on 

the river shore, 
They saw the Sturgeon swimr^ing, recrossing 

o'er and o'er. 

And him the Bear adopted as servant and 

young Brother; 
The Eagle claimed the Moose as had the 

Bear the other. 

And all of these had taken the shape of 

native man. 
At Minikanisepe was born the Indian. 



30 
THE LEGEND OF WINONA. 

(A Tale of the Water Gap.) 



Slumbering softly, 
Rocked in the branches 
Of an old oak tree, 
Dreams a woodpecker. 
Soon he awakens, 
Looks all about him 
Calling his mate. 
" Pray, have you ever 
Heard of the legend 
Told of Winona— 
Pride of the Delaw^ares ? " 
Was his first question 
When he had found her. 
'' No ? Well then, listen." 

" There at your right hand, 
Where that great cliff is, 
Deathward Winona 
Leaped from the Hurons. 



31 

Know too, sweet singer, 
Tliere was a warrior. 
Bravest of young men, 
Loved by Winona; 
Called by his people, 
'Friend of Winona' 
And ' Scourge of the Hurons,' 
Called by Winona 
'Wielder of Thunder; 
Caught on the warpath 
Because he forsook not 
Wounded companions. 
Twenty dead Hurons 
Lay on the earth there 
Ere he was captured. 
Numbers o'ercame him. 
Bound were his fore-arms; 
Tortures awaited 
The foe of the Hurons. 
Squaws and young maidens 
Cursed and reviled him. 
Had he not rendered 
Headless their lodges ? 



32 

Had he not conquered 
Hiirons unnumbered ? 
Had he not killed him, 
Greatest of sachems, 
Fiercest Tahawus ? 
Now that they had him 
Vengeance they sought for. 
How could they cause him 
Pain, the severest, 
Such as would bring forth 
Prayers for mercy. 
Which they could mock at. 
Laugh at and scorn at. 

Far down below them 
Lay the swift river. 
Serpent-like coiling 
From mountain to mountain; 
Forming an island 
With its great elbows. 
Swift was the current. 
Swifter than any 
Indian runner. 



33 

There on the island 
Safe from the Hurons, 
During the day time 
Camped their fierce foemen. 
But when the twilight 
Came from the mountains, 
Then they drew backward, 
Crossing the river, 
Seeking for shelter 
Tammany's forests. 
From where were gathered 
Huron's great chieftains. 
Meeting in Council, 
Planning the death blow 
To those on the island, 
Plainly were seen the 
Forces there stationed: 
Delaware forces. 
Over the river 
Tammany's forests. 
Teeming with foemen. 
Seemed in the distance, 
Smoke from a camp fire; . 



34 

Curling, first skyward, 
Then, meeting the breezes. 
Drifting in wavy 
Lines to the zenith. 

Scourge o£ the Hurons, 
Delaware's bravest. 
Crossed from the island 
Towards the Hurons. 
Glowing with courage, 
Eager for battle. 
Came five companions — 
Each a fierce foeman. 
Each fearless, firm hearted. 

Cautiously creeping, 
Sheltered by brushwood, 
Gained they the summit — 
The Hurons' encampment. 
Here were they first seen, 
Struck at and wounded. 
Friend of Winona 
Alone was uninjured. 
High was his courage. 



35 

Strong was liis bow-arm, 
Sure was his shooting. 
But unavailing 
Was his resistance. 
Capture meant torture 
To Scourge of the Hurons. 

All unbeknown to 

Friend or to mother, 

Radiant Winona 

Followed her lover. 

Followed him shoreward, 

Parting the waters 

With her bare bosom. 

Kissing the waters 

With her sweet lips. Then, 

When through the brushwood, 

Her lover ascended 

Up to the summit, 

Brown breasted Winona 

Followed her lover. 

Onwards and upwards. 

Hid in a cavern 

Close to the summit. 



36 

Watched liis brave fighting, 
Knew his great danger, 
Counted his foemen; 
Counted besides these 
The paths from the summit. 
Heard all the sachems 
Planning the capture 
Of Delaware's strong-holds. 
Heard how at midnight 
When bare was the island 
Of hostile defenders, 
Huron's strong warriors 
Leaving their summit. 
Crossing the foaming. 
Impetuous current, 
Should capture the island; 
Keeping through daylight 
Delaware forces 
Far from their strong-hold. 
Then in the night time, 
Leaving the island^ 
Swimming the river, 
Gaining the forest 



37 

On Tammany's shore line, 
Were they to hunt them 
Just as the lions 
Found on the mountain. 
Death was the measure 
Meted each foeman. 

Scourge of the Hurons 
Was bound to an oak tree, 
Wood piled about him. 
Set fire to, and fed well. 
Arrows were aimed at. 
Javelins struck him. 
Tomahawks grazed him — 
Yet never complained he, 
Loved by Winona. 

Winona beholding 
All this great torture, 
Stifled her sobbing 
From love for her people, 
Waiting till twilight 
Ere she crept slowly 
Out of her cavern. 



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Close by her lover, 
Touching him almost, 
Passed sad Winona. 
'' Scourge of the Hurons," 
Whispered the maiden 
Under her closed lips, 
^' Fear not Winona ! 
Courage, my chieftain. 
Saved are thy people. 
Lest thy Winona 
Meet with the Hurons ! " 
Cutting the deer thongs 
Binding him tightly, 
Swiftly she passed then 
Into the forest. 
Hastening greatly 
Her faltering footsteps. 
When swift Winona 
Had come to the ledge here 
Signals she made then 
Having a meaning 
Only to kinsmen. 



39 

Down on the island 
Friends were a-stirring, 
Searching for signs from 
Wielder of Thunder, 
Scourge of the Hurons, 
Friend of Winona. 
When they espied them, 
Wonder o'erwhelmed them. 
Still they decided 
To feign a retreat; 
Leading the Hurons, 
Sure of succeeding. 
Into an ambush, 
Coming at midnight 
Themselyes to recapture 
The island, their strong-hold. 

Hurons ne'er dreamed that 
Wielder of Thunder 
Thong-bound no longer. 
Was freed by Winona. 
Hastily searching 
For the offender 



40 

Some of them met witli 
Fleeing Winona. 
But Wielder of Thunder's 
Beloved lost not 
Time on her mission — 
Checked not by orders, 
Nor arrows of Hurons, 
Downward descended 
Eager Winona. 
Followed by Hurons 
Close on her foot prints. 
Numerous Hurons 
Coming behind her, 
Blocked her retreating. 

Cliffs lay before her 
Seemingly asking 
Death for Winona. 
Right to the edge of 
One of the greatest 
Drove they Winona, 
Crowding her forward. 
Cursing the Hurons 



41 

Winona leaped downwards 
Cheating lier foemen 
Out of their victim; 
For no one dared follow. 
Scourge of the Hurons 
Knew not who freed him. 
But he fought nobly 
Spite of his tortures, 
Falling in battle 
There on the summit, 
There midst the wigwams 
Of Delaware's foemen. 

Up from the island. 
Just as the sun set. 
Saw they the death leap 
Of beauteous Winona — 
Pride of the Delawares. 

The Father of Oak trees 
Stood, with his branches 
Towering skyward, 
Midway between the 
Summit and valley. 



42 

Seeing Winona 

Leap from the Hurons, 

Knowing that fragments 

Only would tell the 

Fate of the maid to 

Those in the valley, 

Loving her beauty, 

He, in his anguish. 

Sought to protect 

Her body forever. 

He caught in his arms 

Falling Winona, 

Cradling her softly 

Mid vines and mid branches 

After the custom 

Of her own people. 



Beauteous Winona 
Lives in the legend 
Told of the cliff where 
Deathward she sprang 
Saving her people. 



43 
CHIEF TOM. 

( Wetaug^et) 



No braves had he to do his will, 
But Chieftain Tom his name was still, 
He lay slow dying on the hill 
Where his fathers met. 

''Death ? Need I, Chief Tom, fear death ? 
No tribe have I — not one who saith 
My song of war beneath his breath, 
But I am Chief Tom yet. 

"Not one to bury me aright. 
To fire the torch my soul to light 
Into the Valley of the Night,— 
Thither my face is set. 

"Not one to braid my glossy hair. 
To paint my face in colors rare. 
To give me food with souls to share 
On the pathway met. 



44 



'Not one to place the bow in hand, 
To signal with the burning brand 
That Chieftain Tom has left the band : — 
'Let the tribes be met.' 

'Not one to bring my aged steed, 
Upon whose back the war-like deed 
I did — In vain the white men plead 
For mercy. — I forget ! 

'Not one of those that bury me 
Love Washaning, as I love thee. 
Here was I born — so thou shalt see 

His tribe and Chief Tom met." 

Chief Tom died then ; the white men came 
And buried him beneath the flame 
Of burning brands, and as became 
The last of the Wetauget. 

: L.ofC. 



45 

HOW BLACK HAWK MET HIS 
ENEMIES. 



Upon the Mississippi's bank 

Black Hawk, the Chieftain stood. 

He cast his eyes up stream and down 
Then backwards to the wood. 

No living thing, nor man nor beast, 
Crossed Black Hawk's sight that day. 

Until the country round about 
In midnight shadows lay. 

Then furtively a light canoe 
Its nose thrust up the stream; 

And furtively a light canoe 
Downglided like a dream. 

Hardly a paddle's length from shore 

The two canoes were kept; 
Thus nearer came the chieftain's foes 

While other foemen slept. 



46 



Upon tlie bank Black Hawk kept watch 

An arrow at his bow — 
And other arrows at his belt 

Were waiting for the foe. 

His tomahawk and scalping knife 

Within his belt he wore, 
As by the river's flood he stood 

To greet the foes it bore. 

They hated each the other one, 

That floated on the flood, 
For they were braves of hostile tribes 

That oft had shed their blood. 

But both had vowed Black Hawk should die, 

And both Avere warriors true. 
And while on vengeance thus they went 

Their hate they could subdue. 

They knew that one alone could not 

Black Hawk in battle slay; 
An ally each in other found. 

And plotted night and day. 



47 



And, secretly they left at dusk 

The war host of the chief; 
Each going by a different way, 

Each going to his grief. 

For Black Hawk knew how traitors looked, 

And knew his faithful braves, 
Whom he could trust by day or night, 

For they were men, not slaves. 

But these were aliens to his race. 

Adopted sons of squaws 
To take the place of those that fell 

In battle for the cause. 

They hated him with reason too, 

For that he slew their kin, 
For that they two of all their tribes 

Lived through the battle's din. 

What cared they, that their lives were spared ? 

Their friends for vengeance cried: — 
Their souls called from the spirit land 

^'Send Black Hawk to our side!" 



48 



''Yes, Brothers, we shall bide our time; 

But Black Hawk ye shall greet." 
They said; and never knew that he 

Watched them with mind discreet. 

He knew the treason of their hearts, 

And read their plan aright, 
He saw, although they thought he slept, 

Their going hence that night. 

He waited thus, prepared to slay, 

Within the midnight shade 
When one canoe came drifting down 

And noisy paddling made. 

The chief stirred not, but thought '"Tis 
strange. 

There should be two canoes; 
That awkward paddling which I hear. 

Is sure to be a ruse!" 

He shot an arrow through the brush 

So that the branches stirred^ 
And soon two answering arrows sped. 

Black Hawk said not a word. 



49 



He knew now where the second was; 

That both lay in the shade; 
And planned to lure them both beyond, 

To where the moonbeams played. 

So up the bank he shot again, 

Beyond the shadow line, 
Again two answering arrows sped, 

And struck in bright moon-shine. 

Ah, then the two canoes appeared 

Out in the open stream; 
And Black Hawk's bow in shadow twanging 

Twice sent feathered gleam. 

And twice a gurgling groan appalled 

The Mississippi River, 
Twice a shout of triumph rang 

Upon a last death quiver. 

Silence then until a splash 

Reveals a swimmer near; 
He cleaves the waters with his breast 

As birds the atmosphere. 



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He grips the first canoe with speed 

And leaning o'er its side, 
Like to a panther on its prey 

He drifts there with the tide. 

To the second then he swims 

With the blood red hand, 
Cuts the scalp and leaves them there 

While he swims to land. 

Then he sleeps and knows henceforth 
Black Hawk in peace shall sleep; 

O'er the traitors' ghastly faces, 
Manittoes vigil keep. 










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